Memento

Memento

the veil and the bow tie
the flower stems squeezed and mangled
by her manicured fingers

itching to grasp his

the first tear clouded glance
the thin air headed for his lungs
that stops snagged and ragged short

there in his tight throat

the him and the her as
it was in the beginning

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